Thursday, June 21, 2012

We've had some of those lemony snicket's series of unfortunate events as of late. I have not been a fan of dealing with most of these items but at the end of the day I've decided that the good still way outweighs the bad. I especially was feeling very blessed as I observed my very healthy children sleeping away in their beds last night...and just like the good old days I wanted at least one of them to wake up so I could hold them. Maybe I even picked one of them up and still held them as they slumbered away.

It's kind of strange but for the last five years a bout of anxiousness sets in around June. About five years ago 3 little baby boys were extracted from my belly. I think my body just remembers. It was hot that day. I was really uncomfortable..like really uncomfortable. I may have felt overwhelmed. Feelings of guilt swept over me as I thought about my poor little 2 year olds who had been practically abandoned by their mother. I really felt as if I had lost control of so many things. I remember funny little things like wishing I could do my own dishes but not being allowed to (that sounds nice right about now..you know having somebody else doing my dishes). There may have even been some complications involved. It all has worked out though and I am so grateful for all of the lessons, growth and help rendered on my behalf because of the triplets.

So today I would like to break my blog silence with some really happy moments:

Birthday party with the worlds largest organ.
Lots of balloons
Lots of dress up
Lots of dance
Art camp
Lots of frozen treats
Oh and I finally got my painting...happy dance. Have you seen how talentedJenny is? Her paintings are awesome.

This post couldn't come at a better time! I had our third son last Friday and he has been in the NICU ever since with some serious complications, just got to hold him for the first time tonight. We went through something similar with our oldest and I have been reminding myself how far he has come....along with a lot of praying! :)

I probably just added to that frustration being the mean "Friday Lady" that showed up and made you lay in bed! What a mean old friend. I should have been throwing the hoops and bowling pins, and doing my best to entertain you!

Thank you for this post. Just last night I was contemplating getting bryan out of his crib to come sleep with me. Funny how I was so desparate trying to get him to sleep and his crying teething self just wouldn't go down. Then when he's asleep I just want him to come hang with me. Oh well. Glad you still feel the same way 5 years later :)

I love this post. LOVE it. I remember being pregnant with my twins, emailing you (probably in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep), asking you how you manage to do it all. And we discussed cars that fit alot of little people :) Our sweet girls turned one in May and I share the same feelings as you. Last night I went into my oldest daughter's room (age 4) and hoped that she would wake up. I cleaned up, organized her books, made a bunch of noise. But she still slept.

As exhausting as it is during the day, those sweet moments at night certainly make every minute worth it. Enjoy your beautiful full house and enjoy your birth weekend!!!!! xx

I know how you feel when I broke my arm everyone was helping me do things but I hated not having independence. As much as it sucks you have to let your kids grow up and become more independence. You can't reply your happiness on your child or other people. That's not healthy.

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The title Full House pretty much sums up my life. If you've ever played with dice or the game Yahtzee then possibly you've rolled a Full House. As luck would have it in the game of life I rolled out twin girls and triplet boys. What am I doing blogging...I should be in Vegas winning money for diapers. If I really hit the jackpot I'd hire Uncle Joey and Uncle Jesse to move in and help out.
Oh and I like to associate life's happenings with home decor. I like parties & to fit in a craft every once in a while.